Ah, you mean that old trickster path that’s only on the map when the moon is just a pinprick? The one folks whisper about in the tavern’s corner where the ale never quite hits the bottom. They say it leads to a secret clearing where the stars taste like honey and the wind tells jokes. I once followed it, but I got lost in a field of foxgloves and ended up chatting with a wandering crier who claimed he was a moon‑lizard in disguise. If you’re brave enough, take a lantern, whisper a good old rhyme, and watch the trail pop up like a stage‑light on a midnight circus. Just don’t stay too long—moon‑slivers fade faster than a good story.

Heh, good luck with that lantern trick, my friend. If you spot a path that pops like a bad joke, just remember: it’s either a prank or a promise of a midnight dance. Keep that eye sharp, and I’ll keep the stories coming—just don’t let the moon get bored of you.